Living In The Mind's Cage

30.

How far we've come,
Yet we haven't moved at all,
Still stuck in its thralls,
The day turned night,
And you haven't put up a fight,
Because you are slowly accepting the voices are right,

But the voices are starved,
And each word that they've carved,
Into your head and your soul alone,
If you listen to them, then you shall see, you'll never been atoned,
The night is dark, almost as much as it,
But even then do you intend to quit?

You see as the night goes on and you're still laying there,
Utterly, mentally bare,
It will use your feelings against you, doesn't matter if you care,
The feeling of emptiness, is almost alarmingly cold,
But aren't you getting sick of what you're told?
You listen night and day, and they don't give a damn what you say,

You are forced to listen, you are forced this alien touch,
But from your life, you would expect as much,
The dark mist that hazes your vision, making you insane,
Slowly taking away everything, that you could've called humane,
It leaves you temporarily, when it knows you are too weak,
By then you're so tired that you would rather not speak,

It takes and takes, and only gives despair,
Til you're sick and tired of breathing this foul air,
When you can't get out of bed, because of the questions,
You think and think until, a suggestion,
It floats around in that head of yours, until you pick which one,
The dark thing laughs and rubs it's hands together showing its begun.

As you lay and contemplate,
Wondering if it's too late,
Asking for help at such an ignorant time,
These dark things that it brings, somehow manages to rhyme,
The food looks, smells and tastes horrible,
But the question "Are you okay?" Shouldn't it be rhetorical?
Or at least a trick question,
There's so many little things it does, it's sickening to mention,

In this world the day is night,
And you don't have the option of fight or flight,
You can try with all your might,
But in the end everyone succumbs to it,

Bit by bit, you start to realize what it is,
And it's grotesque name to go with it,
It's the thing that catches you off guard,
Takes your life from you until you fall hard,

This thing is but a small, very small piece of a neverending puzzle,

Rarely described, because it can't be properly explained, so we put on our muzzles,

It is a thing that even takes children from its families,
It is unforgiving in that way,
And once it's here, it's here to stay.

This is Depression

And it will leave it's unearthly impression
On anyone or anything, because it enjoys the despair it brings,

You can't run, nor hide,
Because as often said, you can't run from the things inside.

A/N: I'm so sorry I disappeared for even longer this time, I'm dealing with school and family and my own stuff. And I have had barely any motivation for continuing this book. I love to write poetry and I want to continue this, but I like to be in the headspace for it. It's hard to be motivated to write I love comments it sometimes inspires me to write or helps immensely. I will try to update at least once next week and if you don't see a update you are free to rant on my profile or in the comments here, it might help me get into the mood. Anyways whoever is reading this, vote, comment, because it helps me go up in the ranking which I noticed, for me at least, poetry books on here that are rated a number show up in suggested books. I do have a ranking number but I have dropped off of it a few times. I just want people who love poetry or people struggling, to read this if they want, to possibly help them, or motivate them to ask for help. It's a cruel world and many people aren't accepting of things that can't been seen physically. But, Anxiety, Depression, and so many other disorders are very real, "sick" doesn't have a look, it just is and it stays with you forever. This is really long now but I will try to update next week, if not chew me out. I didn't check this for errors so tell me of any I want to make this at least a decent book...that's a pun...*clears throat* nevermind that.
Until then.

~~RDP~~